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nekrosdolly · 5 months

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hello! i was kind of stumbling through this so im worried it might not be good! like always, criticism is welcome ˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

cw; dubcon due to non-verbal consent, re1 wesker, marriage/long term relationship implied, domestic fluff, tooth-rotting fluff not gonna lie, afab reader, soft dom wesker, clitoral stimulation, he's obsessed with you, praise (reader receiving), temperature difference cus he's a human icicle, creampie (x1), a bit of a breeding kink, very lovey and soft wesker

petnames (reader received); dearest, my dove, darling, dearheart, little dove, good girl, sweet thing, greedy girl

albert's gentle with you because he still has his humanity intact. sure, he's not completely sane either, but he doesn't want to drive you away. without uroboros or even the prototype virus, he's strong, and intimidating. his military training has hardened him, and he's tired of being stern and strict at both jobs.

to initiate, he'll typically come to you while you're both winding down for the night. maybe you're patting your face dry after washing it and he comes in the bathroom to hold you from behind. you set the towel aside and acknowledge his presence with a simple "hello, my love," and a small smile. your hands come up to

"hi, dearest," he murmurs, his hand coasting along your abdomen and up to settle on your sternum, pressing you back against his chest so you're flush.

"you're gorgeous," he says between kisses down your neck, his voice a little lower. despite his cold hands, he never fails to make you feel warm in your gut, the subtle purr of arousal making your blood flow south. you're blushing something fierce, making eye contact with him through the mirror. he does tower over you some. you can feel his erection against the small of your back, your own arousal heightening. the hand on his sternum moves to cup your breast, thumbing over your nipple so he can watch how your breathing changes, how your heart beats faster and your face flushes red.

he's so in love with you it almost hurts. he loves the way you press your ass back against him, grinding as an attempt to soothe the ache in your cunt. the ache that only he could ever cause, no less, in the few years you've been together. his other hand finds its way into your underwear, fingers cold but deft as he dips them between your wettened folds to gather the sticky fluid and circle your pulsing clit. you become putty in his arms, your hands practically useless at your sides. your knees turn to jelly, little whines of satisfaction leaving you.

"so, so gorgeous." he croons, the hand cupping your breast simply kneading as he rubs your clit with two cold fingers. he's a sucker for praising you, truthfully, and he loves the way you become red in the face. your face is hot, his dull blue eyes boring holes in your own. it's as though the eye contact makes him more excited, even if the look in his eyes is bone-chilling. his breath is warm against your neck, words of praise and love leaving his pale lips. he presses down a bit more firmly on your clit, his fingers moving quicker to bring you closer to your release. your moans grow louder, your legs threatening to crumble beneath you.

when you do cum, he talks you through it. your hands scramble to grab the edge of the bathroom countertop, your knees buckling under you from the force of your orgasm. your vision is starry at the peak

"i'm here, my dove. lean on me, darling. that's it. you did so well for me, didn't you? yes, you did. my wonderful girl." he murmurs, retracting his hand from your underwear as he peppers kisses to your cheek as you recover. he licks his fingers clean of your cum and strokes your hair with his clean hand, waiting for you to be able to stand again. when you're steady again you tap his arm and he lets you go.

he washes his hands and starts his own nightly routine. you perch yourself on the bathroom countertop and watch him, your head and heart muddled with love and a bit of residual pleasure. every now and then his eyes wander over to you, the subtlest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth. you'll run a hand through his hair as he rubs his moisturizer in (he takes care of his skin you can't tell me otherwise), your nails gently scratching the base of his head.

"your hair is getting long." you murmur, playing with the whispy ends.

"too long, dear?" suddenly, he's a bit self-conscious. what if his hair is too long and you decide you hate it? maybe you'll decide that one day, you don't like him anymore. maybe you already have? nervous and trying to hide it, his gaze returns to his own face.

"no, not too long. you could definitely pull off longer hair if you wanted to give it a try." you let your hand drop into your lap and he nods, feeling conflicted and honestly very silly. regardless, he leans over and pecks your lips. his timidity is rare, exceedingly so for a man like him, and it only ever pops up around you. like you're the only one who can get in his head, make him squirm. he may not admit it, but you are.

"good to know. thank you, darling." he takes your hand and helps you off of the bathroom counter, that same hand slipping to the small of your back as the two of you walk to bed. you have other plans.

you make that apparent when you sit at the edge of your king-sized mattress, black sheets crinkling slightly, and look up at him. it's clear that you want something. he raises an eyebrow at you.

"what's this, dear?" he cups your jaw with one hand and strokes your hair with the other. icy eyes roam your own for an answer, but to no avail.

"you didn't get yours earlier." you push his hands away and for a moment he looks offended. his expression falters when you grab his hips and kiss his lower abdomen, just above the waistband of his boxers. he sputters, taking a step back when you reach for his boxers, his hands raising in what seems like defense..

"darling, that's not necessary." he insists, but the way you're looking at him makes his blood roar in his ears, his heart thump faster in his chest. you grab his hands instead and pull him close again. you move back on the bed and pull him with you, gentle like you're guiding him.

hesitant, he crawls on top of you.

"are you sure?" he asks, eyes roaming over you in your cute your hands cup his cheeks, your gaze warm as it roams his face. his cheeks are tinted pink, one of his hands runs over your stomach and along your waist. he hooks his thumb under your silk sleep shirt and slowly pulls it up past your chest. he glances up at you, then at your tits as he cups them. he tweaks one nipple as he ducks his head down to lap and suckle at the other.

your whines, spilling from you so easily, are his favorite noise to draw from you. a dull throb in your clit draws your attention, the familiar ache in your pussy returning with a vengeance and you attempt to clench your thighs together in hopes to mute it. you'd like to hurry, but albert hates being rushed. you know that more than anyone, that he'll take his time with you like you were a painting and absorb every detail.

you tug on his hair, adamant and desperate to get him inside of you to soothe the ache that's only worsening the longer you're without something to fill you. he pulls back upon your request

"al, darling, please." he kisses you in the gentle way he always does, the hand on your waist cupping your cheek. when he breaks away, he looks conflicted. he does want to make you happy- that's all he ever wants to do for you- but he's tempted to drag this out for as long as possible.

"alright, dear. in a moment, just be patient. i know you can." he pecks your lips again, quick and sweet and undeniably hungry. his cock is painfully hard in the thin confines of his boxers, aching to be inside you the way you need him to be.

"lift your hips, little dove." he's met with obedience and he works your pajama bottoms off, a hungry smile on his lips the moment he sees the wet spot on the gusset of your panties. his cock twitches at the sight, aches to feel those walls clench and flutter around him. he slides your panties down to your ankles, then pulls his boxers off. he hooks your legs around his waist, pulling you flush with him

"honey," you whine softly as he leans down to kiss you, simultaneously teasing your slickened cunt with the tip of his cock, a soft grunt escaping him. slowly, he presses the tip in your tight, warm entrance. you whine against his lips as he moans against yours, your weeping pussy sucking him in so nicely.

"so perfect. your cunt was made for me." he murmurs when he breaks the kiss, fully hilted inside you. with how big he is, his cock kisses the tip of your cervix and stretches you out thoroughly. you flutter around him at the praise, even more when he starts thrusting with a gentle desperation only you draw out of him. your head spins, feeling so full and yet craving more at the same time.

the heat on your cheeks matches his own. he's always been such a blushy mess when it comes to missionary, but can you blame him? the expression you make with your eyes half-lidded, lips parted in pleasure, your brows furrowed. his hands find your waist, his cold fingers gripping you tight. the velvet walls of your cunt do things to his head, makes all reasoning go out the window as he pumps his cock into you faster and faster, sacrificing all need to be gentle. though surprised at this, you love it. a similar fog fills your head and your hands move to his back, your nails digging into his skin hard when he wraps an arm around your waist, angling your hips differently.

"that's it, take it all like the good girl you are." he croons, his eyes locked on your face as he angles his hips to brush his cock against that spongy spot amongst velvet walls. you visbly light up with pleasure when he does, your nails breaking the skin of his back by mistake. you know he's only going slow to drag this out, but with the way he's bullying your cunt, you don't know how long you're going to last. each thrust fogs your mind more until you're a moaning, whimpering mess for him. you tighten around him, trying to take more despite him being balls deep already.

"such a greedy girl, my sweet thing… you're going to cum, aren't you?" you nod meekly, biting your bottom lip harder when he thumbs your clit, nearly drawing blood.

"words, dearest. use your words for me." he slows his thumb down to gentle strokes, his cold skin against yours making you hypervigilant of his touch.

"m'gonna cum- i-is that okay? can i?" you struggle to get your words out, interrupted by small gasps of your own as he pistons his cock into the spongy bundle of nerves within you.

he's smiling to himself, enjoying how eager and sweet you are, despite the circumstances. he's close himself, only disguising it until you get yours.

"go on, sweet girl, cum for me." he circles your clit faster once more, causing you to fall apart at the seams. your orgasm is intense, your hips spasming in the desperate chase for more of the white-hot ecstasy running through your blood. you feel hot at your peak, a cry of his name leaving your irritated and puffy lips, before you relax with the comedown. being the good lover he is, he coaxes you through it with soft words and gentle touches.

"that's it, pretty girl. my perfect girl. i love you."

"i love you too." you manage to say despite your hazy state, a weak smile on your pretty lips.

he wraps your legs around his waist as he cages you in with his arms on either side of your head, kissing you slowly so you're not overwhelmed. you're a mess of nothing but your own slick, his cock buried deep inside you. the lower half of his abdomen is drenched with your cum, dripping down his pelvis and thighs. your legs are unsteady and wobbly, shaking in their place.

"al," you break the kiss. the restraint he's showing is visible on his face, especially in the way he's furrowing his eyebrows, "keep going if you need to. i can take it, i promise." he nods, though worried about hurting you somehow. he likes this position much more- he's already close as is, and all he can think about is filling your womb with his kids.

he doesn't speak as he starts thrusting into you again, quick and precise yet surprisingly harsh movements into your overly sensitive cunt. and yet you're still so wet for him, your cunt weeping for more. you can hardly think, let alone tell him how good you feel.

he kisses you hard, his cum filling you up so nicely, you'll be thinking about it for days. he groans against your lips, licking into your mouth. the familiar taste of tobacco from his tongue, his seed inside you, the remnants of his colonge flooding your senses, all overwhelming you. your heart flutters. he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours as he recovers.

"are you okay, dearheart?" he brings a hand up to fix your shirt and kisses the corners of your lips. tired, yet content, you nod softly and kiss him again. he hums quietly and cups your cheek, his mind still a touch fuzzy. the blush from his cheeks has yet to fade, and likely won't for another hour.

one hand on your waist squeezes you and he pulls back from the kiss to pull out of you, then get off the bed. he grabs you a fresh pair of underwear and pajama pants for himself. he steps into the pants while you sit up and take the underwear from him to put on.

"you know i love you, right?" you say as the two of you lie down, his strong hands pulling you flush against his chest with your back facing him.

"i know, dove. i love you just as much." he wraps an arm around your waist, getting comfortable as the big spoon. tired, he lets his eyes flutter shut. you pull the sheets up and over the two of you, hiking them up to your waist, then follow suit in closing your eyes,

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cenorii · 9 months

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In 2021, dirty secrets about the use of bioweapons are revealed inside BSAA + there are direct hints in Umbrella Corps that Wesker is alive. I just combine the two puzzle pieces together in my head. So let's look at another interesting post-2009 scenario.

AU - ELEGY OF FREE RADICALS

Chris was once careless about eliminating Wesker. Knowing his nature, he still didn't check Wesker's presumed place of death properly. Relying on his own luck, Chris left the place of battle and never returned there. But he had to go back. It has become his mistake.

Chris reported the scene of the victory to the BSAA. Rotten BSAA could have used that data in any way they wanted. Like going back there and checking out the volcano. They could have indicated on the documents that they were headed to clear the area of the remnants of Uroboros, but in fact to search for Wesker's remains to get rich off the sale and study of his unique biomaterial. But what they didn't expect was to find him alive. Badly injured, helpless, but somehow alive.

Taking advantage of the weakness of the still living organism, he was taken to the secret laboratory of the headquarters. Now Wesker could be under the supervision of BSAA scientists for a very long time. He's much more useful alive than dead. His knowledge, skills, all of it could be utilized. And it was also possible to conduct endless experiments on his unusual body... Testing the limits of his abilities, testing various poisons, looking at the lethality of their new weapons, and etc. He was once again a puppet, as he had once been in Spencer's hands, from which he had miraculously escaped.

The BSAA kept Wesker's abilities under strict control, he was trivially stripped of any PG67A/W injections, replaced with an alternative that was only necessary for his body to regenerate damage after the battle in the volcano, but didn't provide any additional benefits. So he would remain weak but healthy.

Another remedy was also applied to him, eliminating the consequences of merging with the Uroboros, which modified his body in a volcano. It was discovered in 2011, after the events of Revelations 2. It was rude to call it just a serum, it was something more, because it did not remove the virus itself from the body, but brought it into a more stable form, allowing Wesker to take his ordinary appearance. With him, in this form, it became easier for employees to work.

The BSAA restored Wesker, stripped of his strength, any dignity, as well as his freedom. He was bedridden for several years and various weapons were tested on him, then recorded how his body reacted and at what rate it recovered. An immobilized lab rat, a deserved punishment for someone like him? Perhaps. It was thanks to his "sacrifice" that the anti-regeneration weapon was invented, which had once come in handy for Chris in the battle against Mold.

Just think… how many things could the BSAA have invented using the infinite resources of Wesker's body? He was terrified of these thoughts. Terror at the realization that he had no chance of escape, that he was trapped here forever, that he would continue to have his organs taken out of him and be forced into endless pain. He reflected that he hadn't actually managed to do so many contradictory things to deserve eternal torment. And it's better to let him die than to endure this hell. But his own body played a cruel joke without dying. It was an expert on regeneration. His pride was trampled when he begged for death.

BSAA absolutely did not spend any painkillers and sleeping pills on Wesker, absolutely all experiments were carried out when he was conscious. They had already spent a lot of money on him during his recovery, it was a waste to spend even more on someone who could repair any of his damage.

Pain and terror haunted him for six years. He cursed what he used to idolize in himself.

And then he was forced to work for them. In 6 years he had grown accustomed to the constant pain and had already learned to see himself as nothing, sending his consciousness into free floating. Deep in his thoughts, he created a place where he learned to ignore the endless physical torment. But when he was put on his feet and pulled out of this place… Wesker was even more devastated.

It was unusual for him to suddenly return to normal work, all this created a mess in his head, reality seemed to be nonsense. The usual paperwork after hell? Are you kidding me?!

Morally, he was destroyed. His psyche was severely damaged. Wesker from the "torture room" was locked in a cell that looked like a combination of a room and a laboratory. For fear of being put back on the operating table again, he dutifully began to work and develop various things that BSAA would use in the future. But it wasn't life either. Weakened body, lack of abilities... he wanted to die, but he couldn't afford it, because he was practically immortal. Although, even if he used a weapon that stops regeneration on himself... he still wouldn't kill himself.

«Not here»

«Not like this»

At times he thought he was balancing on the fine line between normalcy and insanity. He saw people at best once every two weeks who came to check on his work and were not at all talkative. Wesker had always been convinced he didn't need company, but 12 years without socializing had made him question his beliefs.

Once a month he was provided with food, and then carelessly, because he didn't need food. His body, experiencing hunger, could devour itself and regenerate immediately.

The only reason he was given a room and released from the operating table was because the organization wanted to see what he could offer them. Of course, they didn't stop studying his unusual body and conducting experiments, but Wesker was already in charge of the process himself. Independently amputated his limbs and so on. Only closer to 2019 were these experiments stopped, because they had extracted all possible benefits from his body.

Wesker remotely, horrified, realized that thanks to his body he would live much longer than the average person, if not forever. Which led him to believe that he would be kept in this cage for centuries. BSAA would close, others would take their place, find him, torture him again. And so on in a circle, for all eternity, as long as human society and greed existed. This had to end... but how? A plan was needed, a complex one that could not be unraveled.

His life and existence was a BSAA mystery from 2009-2021. For 12 long years he was not allowed out of the walls of this cell.

Of course he wanted to escape, he had many unrealistic thoughts in his head about it. He was also interested in meeting Chris, aged, changed. To see his reaction, genuine shock rather than the anger he'd reacted to Wesker's earlier 'resurrections'. Is Chris even still alive today? What year is it now?

But this life couldn't go on forever, the BSAA was cracking at the seams. In 2021 it was revealed that they were using B.O.W. soldiers, something Chris couldn't ignore. So he headed over to European headquarters to deal with it - right where his nemesis was located, a complete headache. Chris couldn't accept that his organization, which was fighting biological weapons, would use them. It didn't fit in his head. He had long ago stopped trusting the BSAA, but this was the last straw.

Arriving there, Chris did not expect to meet someone in the basement laboratories whom he had buried a long time ago.

What was he going to do with him? Shoot him in the head without any thought? That would have been logical and in Redfield's character, but over the years he'd stopped being a complete hothead, learned to think first and then act. Gained a little equanimity.

It will turn out that it was Wesker who was involved in the creation of the B.O.W. in BSAA. Especially since these soldiers are improved clones of Chris himself. Who else could have come up with such an idea? Only to a man who thought Chris was "one of his best men".

For the past 6 years, Wesker has been forced to be an advisor to BSAA, sharing all the knowledge and ideas. He might have been able to pull it all off, if only to get back at that organization, turning Chris' anger on it, and turning his attention to himself at the same time. After all, only this "one of his best men" was the only one who could save him. Yes, Wesker was pathetic. He felt he wasn't even worthy of his former name, being so pathetic as to enlist the help of his enemy. But it was the only option. There was no more talk of pride.

However, it didn't matter now, Chris had come here to punish the founders, so their prisoner, their chief counselor, might prove to be the best informant. And an ally.

Natural intuition made Chris believe his former enemy, the biggest manipulator of them all. As if he was definitely not lying now, because he was in such a big asshole that he couldn't let his words sound unconvincing. Earlier, Chris would have easily recognized his lies, but not now. Right now, completely honest and dull eyes were looking at him from beneath translucent glasses. So damn pitiful that Chris automatically assumed the role of the hero rescuing the damsel in distress.

Chris was quickly combine the information together in his head: the situation, the physique, the setting... His opponent had been held hostage by his own ambition, it couldn't help but bring a smile to Redfield's face. But he hid it in his thoughts, because he deemed it inappropriate once he read Wesker's imprisonment papers. Chris had some free time to devote to the situation.

He read about what had been done to Wesker. About all the torture. And Redfield clutched his head, when he got to the description of his ammunition that he'd used against Mold a couple years ago. He was terrified that this weapon had been created in such a gruesome way... through the suffering of his enemy, who, even considering all his guilt, didn't deserve all this. Chris felt that Wesker should have died and rid the world of himself rather than suffer endlessly. Even for him, he thought it was inhumane.

The first thing Wesker said to Chris was: - Now you've taken on the role of captain of the «alpha» too. This jabbed Chris slightly, but he noticed how the hostage said it without malice. Redfield involuntarily remembered 1998, the mansion, the betrayal, the deaths of the Alpha and Bravo group...

The compartment Wesker was in was to him both an office and a laboratory, and a room. A kind of prison, which he could not leave on his own because of his weak physical condition. He was weakened by the daily injections putting his viruses inside his body to sleep.

Releasing him and examining him at arm's length, Chris made sure that in the state Wesker was in now, he posed no danger, just an ordinary disgust. He resembled only a pale copy of his former self.

The BSAA operative dragged him carelessly behind him like some sack of garbage, concerned only with keeping the information in his head intact. But in his mind Chris still held images of what the BSAA bastards were doing here to Wesker. He didn't want to feel sorry for him, but he couldn't control it, Redfield had never been heartless. Initially he had only cared about information, but it wasn't long before he didn't even notice how protective he had become of him. As if a friend, which in truth, he never was. His captive's behavior was different from what Chris remembered. It was different, like a throwback to the past. Perhaps 12 years of imprisonment had had that effect on him.

He was docile, which wasn't surprising, since Wesker had been treated like an object by the organization, and the operating table had been a good teaching moment. Chris couldn't believe that after so many years of hell his former enemy's mind was still intact, that he hadn't lost his mind and was capable of dialog.

Time passed unnoticed during the proceedings with the BSAA about B.O.W., eventually the organization was destroyed and all its equipment, along with Chris's squad, transferred to TerraSave.

Chris during all of this had to sign Wesker into the Hound Wolf Squad as either a prisoner or an advisor. To keep him from getting shut down again, that was the deal. He helps them, they help him. Over time, he was getting back to normal. The food and good company had done their job.

However, Chris didn't know that his new ally hadn't lost all of his strength, and the ones he had were sleeping under the influence of the medicament. But time passed, the medicament slowly stopped working without new doses, and Wesker understood it perfectly well. And felt it. It didn't affect his appearance, so he could play his role for as long as he wanted. But was it a role? Sure he was portraying a courtesy that annoyed Chris to the point of nausea, but it was partially sincere. Having broken with his past at the fault of the BSAA, Wesker could only hope to find a new purpose. After all, as Spencer had raised him, there is no life without purpose.

Therefore, was it so necessary for him to betray Hound Wolf Squad? Would it be beneficial to him? Chris is a strong point. He has no doubt that if he kills Redfield - another will take his place, and will definitely get him into the basement wheel of samsara. So Wesker had no grand plans yet. After all, any of them would be doomed to failure as long as there was anyone in the world capable of resisting.

But Chris risked to give him a goal, which, however, called impossible - to become the best version of himself. To help the Hound Wolf Squad, to work with TerraSave, to use his knowledge for something other than endless failed experiments. Stop being Spencer's failed experiment. The only option Chris would give him a chance at.

Those words stuck in Wesker's head for a long time. Mentioning the old man was like a low blow. Chris knew where it hurt the most.

It had been several years since Wesker had joined Redfield's team. All that time he'd been hiding his abilities so as not to lose the fragile trust in his person. But the truth couldn't help but surface one day....

On one of the missions connected with B.O.W., the blade of an exploding helicopter blew off Wesker's head, and then another piece of debris cut his body in half.

But he didn't die.

Chris was enraged. With resentment, he felt cheated. What else could he have expected?

First, the black mass connected the body, restoring functionality to it, and then this silent carcass picked up the head. It was slow. It looked helpless and creepy. Chris's squad was on edge, but he ordered to wait. The black substance emerged from the base of the neck and attached the head to itself, then the calm expression on the reanimated head changed to horror. Was he in unbearable pain from the newly received oxygen? Or from the fusion of tendons?

When Wesker recovered, he couldn't at first think of a response to Chris' "explain yourself!"

Everyone's fragile trust collapsed, but not Redfield's, for he knew that if his former adversary had wanted to betray him, he would have betrayed him long ago, he wouldn't have let himself be so ridiculously exposed. Especially after all the torture he'd endured. Chris could understand why Wesker was hiding his powers. Redfield had stepped on the same rake of trust again, convincing himself that he had everything under control.

Wesker, ever since the prototype had merged with Uroboros in his body, had acquired a number of flaws, chief among them an unbearable sensitivity to pain. The only time he could not feel pain was when he was BSAA injected with force restraining drugs. But without them, all the disadvantages came out.

Whereas before he could recover from any wound without feeling anything but minor damage, now the pain was so obvious that every regeneration was accompanied by agony. Especially if it was a burn, for heat is a major weakness for Uroboros. The healing places on his body, after that helicopter situation, hurt like hell.

He was closer to human now than he had been before, and Chris seemed to realize that. That was why he hadn't killed him a second time, but had accepted him back into his squad. It was not only a gesture of goodwill, but also a precaution, a way to keep a dangerous object as close to him as possible so he wouldn't do anything.

How long will they have to cut off the heads of hydra in the face of the creators of bioweapons?

- Why do you trust me, Chris?

- I still believe that anyone can become the best version of themselves. We should prioritize fighting for the future to give someone a quiet life that you and I have been robbed of. I know about Project W. Together we can stop new organizations and prevent many tragedies like this from happening again. And you can help us, Wesker. BSAA took away your choice, but I'm giving it to you now.

Wesker at first couldn't find the words to respond, but after a moment he barely audibly whispered: "Thank you."

From a man who never thanked anyone, Chris was shocked to hear that. And he was proud of him. Had he forgiven him? No, his deeds were unforgivable. But Chris wasn't the kind of man who would turn his back on his one chance to make things right, to make things right on Earth, to save someone's life. In this truce, he sees a future that's bright for everyone.

#resident evil #chrisker #Chris Redfield #Albert Wesker #AU #resident evil 5 #resident evil 8 #rebhfun

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xlrlxx · 3 months

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—general wesker hcs

the most accurate hcs because i see so many that i think would be so inaccurate

mainly sfw

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—ALBERT WESKER’S LIFE

Albert is a clean man, shaves, washes, skin care all of that stuff

Definitely keeps the routine from work

Works with contagious viruses of course he isn’t going to go in bare hands

Works out regularly to keep his shape, definitely toned but not too burly, less defined than his STARS and military days

Able to grow facial hair but was never fond of how it looked on him

The sunglasses was a fashion statement, definitely takes them off more than people think he does

Also just to hide his emotions

Has several homes across the globe incase of needing to move around

Takes standard meds for joint pain (pre re5)

you forget he’s old and still basically human

The more of the pg/aw67 he takes the more sophisticated his anatomy gets

No longer needs ibuprofen

I’ve seen a lot of people say he purrs which i just think is so silly

Again he’s a grown man

Would definitely not purr, who actually can do that irl…

Doesn’t like being touched much, especially if his clothes are fresh and hair is just done

Doesn’t use that much hair gel, standard amount to keep it in place for the day

I feel like he’d have reading glasses bought from a store

Rich as hell, but if going undercover uses a shitty single dad car like a peugeot

Has several sports cars

—RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS

Prefers to have a person, mainly a woman similar to his age

Though if he was to date someone with a larger age gap

He wouldn’t be as comfortable maybe, perhaps a bit more cautious as he feels he’s too old

There’s a debate whether or not he’d be into having kids

I’m on the fence because

Either he never knew about Jake

Which I doubt and he did

Or just frankly didn’t care

I think in a way he would to have the perfect child to continue his legacy with the power he had

But also wouldn’t in the fact he’s selfish in wanting the world to himself for as long as he’s still breathing

Very closed off in wanting to fall in love in fear that if he introduced anything he did (viruses and uroboros) that his s/o would run away

And if his partner gets injected with uroboros, he’s scared they’ll be rejected from the virus

Rarely has time to go on dates with his partner because of the Tricell situation

Lets partner attend where he is if she or he works in Tricell or already knows what he does

#albert wesker #resident evil #re5 wesker #resident evil 5 #resident evil wesker #albert wesker x reader

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polarspaz · 1 year

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InfectionRE AU

((A couple people wanted see an updated version of Chris’s design from the old Infection AU, so here ya go! While Leon/Chris is not the focus of the InfectionRE AU, you are still more than welcomed to ship this too!))

Driven to the brink of death by Chris, Wesker, in a rage, manages to infect Chris with a new Virus, a strain mixed of Uroboros and the T-Virus. It starts to mutate Chris immediately, who finds himself struggling against a fog of confusion and anger that is threatening to swallow his mind.

Despite this and the pain, Chris manages to use his new strength to finish Wesker off and get himself, Sheva, and Jill to safety.

The three radio for help, informing the B.S.A.A of Chris’s condition, who in turn radio the Government for help. While they wait, Chris’s mind slips further and further, and his muscles begin to quiver again with danger of further mutation as the hours creep on.

Suddenly Jill and Sheva find themselves fighting against Chris, who manages to snatch Jill in his clawed hand and clenches his fingers, trying to squeeze her to death. Before he’s able to break any ribs, a heavy weight slams into his back and he lets go of Jill, who tumbles away alive, but winded

A thick needle is slammed into Chris’s neck as is manhandled into the ground by Leon, who just arrived. Chris is knocked out and Leon is able to drag the man onto to plane with the others and get them back to the lab.

There, Luis is able to figure out a short term solution for Chris in the form of daily pills. These pills stop Chris from further mutating or from losing control, but he has to take them, if not, Leon is the only one who is able to wrestle him down and stop him.

((If you wondering about the knife-shaped nail Leon has, it only grows that when he’s engaged in a physical fight. After the fight if over, the nail falls out and a normal one grows back in it’s place.))

#infectionRE au #my art #infection au #Leon Kennedy #resident evil #resident evil 4 #Chris Redfield #body horror

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yanderes-galore · 11 months

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Yandere Albert Wesker (Resident Evil) prompts 22, 23, 63 Romantic, please. I forgot to put that they were your Yandere prompts.

I love this man I just wish I could write him correctly.

Here you go! Takes place in Resident Evil 5.

Yandere! Albert Wesker Prompts 22, 23, 63

"They never loved you. Only I love you."

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away."

"You're my everything!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Human experimentation, Forced relationship, Kidnapping implied, Isolation, Scenes of intimacy but it's mostly just making out and marking, Forced affection/kissing/biting, Biting, Blood, Sadism.

You felt like a monster, a monster made by Wesker's design. When he took you in he thought you were special. He forced you to be a partner in his schemes.

What did you get for complying? You got to be an experiment for Wesker who treated you coldly the entire time. Only when your blood was coursing with his Uroboros Virus did he show any sort of care towards you.

Even then, that was only because you showed results.

You showed great results. The only reason Wesker began to warm up to you was because you were so similar to him. You became a powerhouse with the virus... yet your strength wasn't quite the same. It was enough to make Wesker happy.

You were enough to earn his praise for being a god-like being suited for him. He praises you because he had a feeling you'd be the perfect person to rule by his side. Natural selection has chosen you to stay in his perfect world...

Which means you are perfect for Wesker and his massive ego.

The methodical man slowly became less cold towards you. After all, his theories were proven true. You are worthy of his attention compared to people like Excella, who was rejected by the virus.

Wesker began to talk to you, from one godly being to another. He could still overpower you with injections and strength but you were similar enough. He always expressed how much he was proud your genetics worked with the virus.

He even spoke of partnership. Not your typical business partnership... another partnership. Something more... intimate.

Wesker is a "man" who disgusts you. He takes you away from the ones you love, he makes you a monster, and what does he suggest afterwards? To be romantically involved with him.

Unfortunately you are in no position to decline.

"You're my everything...." Wesker murmurs against your skin, strong hands holding you still on his lap. His teeth attack your skin like an animal and you try to ignore him. Wesker then laps at the wound he's created, chuckling at your squirming.

"No one else has been able to bond to the virus like you and me..." Wesker hums, wrapping a hand around yours. "You're made for me. Which is why I've chosen to give you all this attention. You were always meant to be mine."

You say nothing, hoping to make him lay off by laying into him. Wesker turns you so you look into his glowing eyes. Eyes that look too similar to yours now....

You weren't able to hide your tears from him it seems.

Wesker clicks his tongue at your tears, using a glove to wipe your eyes. You look away but he forces you to look back at him. For a selfish man... he was strangely obsessive about you.

Was it really because you were a successful experiment?

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away." Wesker sighs in an attempt to be comforting. You're quickly met with a kiss on the lips as he drags his gloves down your back. Despite what seems to be his attempts to comfort you he's still focused on his own desires.

"What are you thinking about?" He pulls away to ask you. There's no point in answering though as your gaze says it all. Even now you still think of those you love.

"Dear... they're beneath you." Wesker says bitterly, holding your chin to keep you from looking away again. "You're so much stronger than them. You're more worthy of me than them!"

"I loved them...." You sigh sadly, only causing Wesker's grip to tighten.

"They never loved you. Only I love you!" Wesker grunts, correcting you before kissing your cheek. "They could never compare to us. We're perfect beings."

Wesker then moves a hand to your thigh, grinning.

"We deserve only the best. We deserve only each other. Everyone else will kneel to perfection... don't think of them..."

Wesker then nips at your cheek, glowing eyes searching for a reaction from you. When he gets a gasping flinch from you he chuckles. Was he playing with you?

"Only think of me, understood?"

You attempt to stifle your tears and sobs long enough to face Wesker. He waits eagerly for your reply, moving his hands back to your hips. The silence in deafening until you finally bite the bullet.

"Understood...."

With that, Wesker rubs circles on your sides with a smug hum.

"Good..." He praises once again like you're still a pet to him."I only need you to focus on me, not worthless scum."

With that, Wesker continues his indulgence of you. You comply to him only because there is no other choice with you now. Far as you know... everyone you once knew is dead by now due to the virus.

Wesker is the only one who will care for you now, maybe in the end he's right?

You two are made for each other...

Two halves of "perfection".

#yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil 5 #yandere albert wesker

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foderah · 3 months

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If the old order falls,

The future lies alone

only in your strong hand -

you’ll be a God yourself.

(original is on German from Schwarzer Engel song "Im Herzen wohnt die Trauer")

#art #artwork #traditional art #artists on tumblr #my art #resident evil #rebhfun #biohazard #albert wesker #william birkin #g virus #uroboros

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tiredsurvivoronmain · 7 months

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Some Uroboros!Wesker AU WIP concepts~

The virus is dormant but tendrils still grow on his damaged right side. They have to be removed by extraction or cutting every 2 weeks. It's painful so Wesker has to have high doses of painkillers, which can make him very woozy

#wesker #chris redfield #chrisker #my art #wips #tyrant!wesker au

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mmmmalo · 1 month

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Yammering: thinking about that post pointing out how the Felt Manor map was lifted from Resident Evil and wondering if there's anything to do with that. Was the name Itchy for the first member of the Felt not just pun on the Japanese number 1 "ichi", but also a reference to the zombie phrase "itchy, tasty"? Apparently one of the games featured an RNA virus called Uroboros that was supposed to advance a eugenic project, advancing compatible humans unto a Master Race (and killing the rest) -- is that why the Auryn in the trickster lollipop creates a viral whiteness? Is that why the serpentine Cherubim have RNA's Uracil in their chathandles instead of GCAT? Is Dave straight up /supposed/ to look like Wesker?

The first game's on sale for 5 bucks so I might pick it up if only to ground my expectations.

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sspaceghoul · 11 months

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Sweet.

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐛, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞...𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟏𝟖+, 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐂𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟒𝟗𝟓

A/N: I HAVEN’T WRITTEN SMUT IN A WHILE SO TAKE THIS, HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS BS 🫶🫶

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The dimly lit laboratory buzzed with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft hum of machinery and the distant sound of dripping water. You, a skilled researcher, found yourself standing alone amidst the sterile environment, surrounded by advanced technology and vials filled with mysterious liquids.

The mission to uncover the truth about Albert Wesker's experiments had led you here, to the heart of his clandestine operations.

You cautiously moved deeper into the facility, your boots tapping against the polished floor. Your gaze caught sight of a file labeled "Project Uroboros." Intrigued, you seized the opportunity and began leafing through the classified documents.

The information you discovered left you both fascinated and horrified. It described an experimental virus that fused with human DNA, enhancing physical attributes and granting superhuman abilities at the cost of one's sanity.

Your eyes widened as you read about Wesker's personal involvement in the project. The man you had once considered a respected colleague had become entwined with the very virus he sought to control. The thought of what he had become, of what his body now harbored, sent a chill down your spine.

“What the fuck..?”

You mutter, eyes narrowed as you try to make sense of it all.

Finally, you reached the heart of the facility, a secluded room hidden deep within the labyrinthine corridors. Its walls were adorned with screens, displaying chaotic images of destruction and despair. And there, standing in the center, was Albert Wesker himself.

His piercing eyes met yours, filled with an amalgamation of determination and madness. There was no trace of the man you once knew; only a sinister presence remained. As he approached, you couldn't help but notice the faint tendrils of the Uroboros virus snaking their way beneath his skin, pulsating with a sickly glow.

"Wesker, what have you done to yourself?" you demanded, your voice wavering slightly despite your attempts to remain composed.

A sly smile crept onto his face, and his voice echoed with an unsettling confidence. "Ah, my dear, you've stumbled upon my little secret. The Uroboros virus grants me power beyond your comprehension. Join me, and together we can reshape the world."

You recoiled, horrified by the offer he presented. "I'll never join you, Wesker! Your lust for power..it’s..It’s blinded you to the destruction you're causing."

His smile twisted into a sneer as he advanced toward you. The tendrils beneath his skin writhed with a newfound intensity, like serpents eager to strike.

"Very well," he hissed, "then you shall witness the true power of Uroboros firsthand."

Before you could react, the tendrils erupted from his body, elongating and snaking toward you with terrifying speed. The sensation of them brushing against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

Fear and desperation welled up within you as you fought to evade their deadly grasp.

You feel the tendrils wrap around your body, squeezing you with just enough force so you’re still able to breath. Wesker sits back in his chair, letting the black tentacles emerging from his sleeve do all the work.

“Wesker, let..let me go!”

You writhed to no avail as the tendrils tighten around you ever so slightly. You can feel the tentacles pulsating around you, and it makes you shudder.

The taller man lets out a low, menacing chuckle.

The tendril pushes you up against the cold wall of the lab, keeping itself wrapped around you. You grunt, glaring at Wesker with a deadly stare.

He smirks back at you, staring through his dark shades, knowing exactly what he’s doing. He has you right where he wants you.

You feel the smooth tentacle slither to the waist of your pants, effortlessly ripping the denim off your skin.

While you squirm around in the confines of the tendrils, Wesker chuckles. “There’s no use fighting it, darling.”

The tendrils squeeze your thighs, making you gasp. You glare at Wesker, but the anger in your eyes is gone, and replaced with lust and desperation. He nods, and the tendrils lift you up so your cunt is face level with the blonde haired man.

The tentacles tighten around your legs, forcing them open. Wesker walks up to you, hand behind his back. The way his polished shoes tap against the floor and echo throughout the lab makes your heart pick up. Your body is on full display to him. He studies your slightly wet cunt, planting a surprisingly gentle kiss to your clit.

He holds your waist, even though the tendrils are holding you up already, and one of the tentacles take his shades off for him, planting it on the desk. You look into his menacing red eyes, still squirming a bit. “What..what are you gonna do to me?”

You ask, not knowing what else to say. He let out a dry laugh, the pad of his gloved thumb dragging against your pussy. You shiver, your body heating up quickly. A bead of sweat drips down your face, and you swallow thickly.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, sweetheart.”

He leaned forward, licking a stripe up your cunt. You mewl, your thighs shaking a bit. You hate the way you react to such a small touch, since you’re still a virgin, but it did feel nice. The taller man rubs your waist slowly, planting another kiss to your pussy. You sigh, feeling his tongue gently lap at your throbbing clit.

Either he’s done this multiple times before, which is hard to believe, or he’s just natural talent. The way he’s licking you right now is absolutely heavenly, and you let out a little whine. You can’t help but feel a bit nervous at the fact that he’s being way too gentle with you, which totally contradicts the way he usually acts.

You don’t let it get to your head though, as you shake the thoughts away and focus on his tongue. He’s clean with it, no drool or anything. He occasionally pulls away and plants tender little kisses to your thighs , and your heart skips a beat every single time.

“So beautiful..” He whispers against your inner thigh.

You know it’s just an act, that he would never be this sweet, but sometimes it seems..real. No, he’d never be this nice, right?

“Y/N.”

A monotone voice calling your name breaks you out of your thoughts, and you look into his eyes.

“Are you enjoying this?”

He asked, his hands idly rubbing circles into your waist. “Hm, ah- yes..I am.”, You blush, chewing on your bottom lip. He nods, leaning back down to continue suckling on your cunt that’s glistening with your wetness. “Mm, you’re uh..you’re good at this.”

You mumble, looking away from his burning gaze. He nods in appreciation for your praise, and you gasp as his tongue dips into your cunt. He sighs against your soaking wet pussy, his tongue exploring your walls.

He pulls off with a pop, panting. “You taste very sweet, Y/N. I like that.”

You blush even harder at that, your legs twitching within the hold of the tentacles wrapped snugly around your thighs. You wonder if you really do taste sweet, but judging by the way he laps at your cunt like a hungry dog, you could agree.

When he finds your g-spot, you moan his name a bit too loud, and you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. He smirks, pressing into that spot on every thrust of his tongue. “Wesker..Please..”

You plead for him to keep going, as you feel your climax approaching. You grip his neat hair with your free hand, messing it up. The lab is filled with obscene sucking noises, empty pleas, and soft moans and grunts. “I’ve been waiting so long to do this, Y/N.” He mumbled, face buried between your legs.

You tighten around his tongue, your hips rocking against his face. You let out a loud moan as you climax. He’s absolutely loving this, his face buried deep into your cunt as he licks up every last drop of your sweet fluids. He pulls away with a grunt, placing one final kiss to your pussy. You pant as the tendrils place you down onto the desk.

Wesker glances at the ripped pair of pants on the ground, and back at you.

“I’ll be back.”

Minutes later, he returns with a extra pair of pants for you. He places them beside you, and nods.

“Here. Tomorrow. 10 pm.”

He grabs his shades, placing them back on his nose before taking his leave.

You sit there, registering everything that just happened still as you watch him leave the lab.

“Right..10 pm tomorrow..”

#albert wesker #resident evil #wesker x reader #albert wesker smut #resident evil smut #tentacles

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